A/N: Second chapter in a day – rainy days are apparently good for productivity!
[Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I offiliated with the Rizzoli and Isles franchise. Any characters and/or ideas associated with the show as of 16th September, 2014, are not mine. Anything else is mine.]
TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ASSAULT AND ILLUSIONS TO RAPE
When a taser gun is fired, two probes shoot out and attach to the subject before delivering an electric shock to the victim, incapacitating them. The shock caused by the voltage can cause muscle contracture and significant pain, causing a complete loss of balance in most cases. However, the problem does not lie in the loss of balance or the fall, but in the individual's inability to regain balance or break their fall.
And this is exactly where Jane Rizzoli's problems start. Those two probes rendering her completely incapable of stopping her rapid descent. Her body hits the pavement hard, her nose smacking into the asphalt, pain immediately sprouting behind her eyes, causing tears to spill down her face.
It only lasts a few seconds before she passes out, but it is enough to last a lifetime.
The man who caused this damage moves quickly, pulling her off the path and through a clump of bushes to an alcove where their presence will be sheltered from any other early risers. He removes the probes, and secures a zip tie around the detective's wrists, before attaching another one to the base of one of the shrubs, ensuring that she will not be able to escape until he was ready for her to.
And then, he waits.
It is not long before she begins to stir, eyes opening lazily before once again falling closed.
This dance lasts a few minutes before her eyes stay open, seemingly searching for something to ground her. Eventually, they fall on his face, and he finally sees some inkling of panic behind those hooded lids.
And that is when she attempts to move.
Painful as it proves to be, Jane's ministrations only intensify when she realises that she is bound, however in her current physical state, any movements that she does make are lethargic at best.
Lethargic and futile.
And then, almost as if a switch has been flipped, the tugs to her bindings and the twisting of her body become more forceful; more violent; more desperate.
This is when the man smiles.
His prey is ready.
But so is he.
Moving quickly he straddles the lithe body of the detective, pinning her hips to the ground. He pulls a knife from his belt, holding it to her throat.
Her movements cease almost as quickly as they started, her body shrinking away from him and into the damp ground below.
He leans in close, putrid breath washing over her face.
"Make a sound and I'll slit your throat," he sneers.
And for once in her life, she listens.
He doesn't give her a second more to think over this threat before fastening a piece of duct tape over her mouth, pulling it from a canvas backpack he had tossed to one side.
Jane wondered for a moment if she was simply a victim of opportunity, or a specific target, however movement atop of her drew her from her thoughts.
Using the knife in his hand, the man scratched a trail from the nape of the detective's neck, across the curve of her breasts and down to her stomach. The blade left a thin trail of blood on the exposed skin it had touched, but failed to cut through the old t-shirt she was wearing.
"Okay," he smirks. "Let's have some fun."
A/N: Another filler chapter for you. The next chapter will be the hardest for me to write, so bear with me. Hope you enjoyed.
